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| a volunteer in (EVROPA) kneels at key points primitive tanks (mountains as natural frontiers not ineffective) basically quite simple: frontier year 19-- - barbed border implosions (way back when) as drawn through Estaires (Berlin routinely there in fog in gloom! the dome damned, too damned!, to doom!) --- |
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| trudging stage too slow to grasp a wind that fails the border clear (a tank-led sun positions flashed) by the roadside: a grey volunteer in vanguard attire with his lance aimed in spite (riding the beast shedding sleet and blood) --- |
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| the essence of their stand (in Estaires gefallene Amerikaner) now: a small number of followers limp forced to retire early to bed to the cinema aghast!, anachronistically!, - to the opera even! --- |
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| athletic prowess and good looks - Man beats Death through bravery and incredulity ("and the gene pool, smiles and waves to bathe in sacred waters, arrogant blush wash away soot and decay, skeptically drowning") each minute choice (the grey volunteer yawns and forgets too easily the curse of indifferent admiration) blasphemous! rolls down thunder from the sky in Estaires in hollow hulls (the primitive tanks) hides the future the lance cannot reach! --- |
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| arrogant carcass too sure of beauty (and physics and space) be choice meat! - stares a blank space lie! (into the invitational blue of a ravenous sky) --- |
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| languish in the hay (lay with the bitch behind the barn, the pond glistening in the blistering sun) the grey volunteer shaves (one more time before swiftness sets in) and bullets rage across a thundering sky (the storm roars indifferent to kin and all the whores and harlequins cry) the grey volunteer buttons up steels himself pretends to never give in and off with thirst no time to sup (the razor in the earthen bowl obscured by clouds of bright white soap) --- |
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| irrational and condescending (lust-bred hatred the hot tears suck rivers dry) a mindgame to play in times of distress (imposed by imposters who claim to know) and from high shine rays and false divine the lance impales the enemy (the grey volunteer: "Enemy, he was not mine!") in the flat fields of Flanders wells shelled ("La situation de notre ville se résume en un mot: DESTRUCTION! DESTRUCTION TOTALE, ABSOLUE!") Pays du Sang - finished to the last drop --- |
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| in shallow puddles mines exploding immature too late to check to feel the lie the grey volunteer blind and ordered to be sure (when all the rabbits and the hares die) signs cut off perceptive glares (and reaping tunes sow solitude) in lanes and streets and trenches piles (the stench a growth through circumcision devised and forced by empty smiles) ---- |
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| a more serious subjugation demonstrating anything but arguments (to be sent to lie to die down deep legalized and laughed at) in Estaires past development (subjugation cultural and forced - "they added their own ropes") --- |
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| the grey volunteer abiding straying lost amidst the rubble ruined (God's children mercilessly praying locks rocking back, walls breaking forth) town fairs empty echoes haloed and large estates in capture shine (to govern concepts laws "a-changing") haunted by cries: "nevermore mine!" (soon! privileges gained by waging!) the mission statement kept divine --- |
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| nodding in tune with hapless demands sanguine birds of prey descend (while ash is blown to heaven sent) the parties agree and hide and too shy above, at level zero, triumph strangled with furious tempers flared by design (in Estaires, they stumbled across each other, arms outreached inmidst the noise and wild stares silenced beneath wet moss eyes gorged out, deliberately picked by choice) --- |
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| (not getting the message very clear) this is the way ignorant armies cheer after a rowdy march across fields aflame the grey volunteer inebriated with beer stumbles back across mares turned lame (and silent sincere his self not the same the grey volunteer feels sick and ashamed) --- |
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| stars still bright and wandering (not to know the half-way truth) the discarded or the empty and expired ("no more ribbons, now a heavy yoke!") and in the pallid silent face (the grey volunteer tells a sad joke) no more struggling the uphill race (but sliding down and clinging to hold but it is steep and there are no more bold) and the universe cramps up like the bitch with honor and truth nobody is anymore rich (in a dusty and debris-covered niche the grey volunteer looks up through the hole still, left and right a dim light is blinking) --- |
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| behind some trinkets, cubicles of past delays and wayward thinking, off the trodden path (sell the active words to some submissive to others shiny golden and justified wrath) there a time alit with all its memories slit (deep down gurgling throats the liquid waits forth with force breaks hate in former mates) the bitch on her back broke with lust selfish spent now nothing but dust (wind-swept dunes replace houses with tunes) --- |
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| on a trek through mud, sunshine was discovered (not the name but the reality) ready to be shipped to distant shores (where shifty eyes sniff it amidst shudders) and changed times revert to obedience (and brothers languish in deceit hands clasped, asking for "bread") a closure will show the beginning a new show the beginning will screen the "discussed" end and nowhere in sight a final and martial blow (that would finally broken spirits mend) --- |
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| lamenting vices with joyful glee (with dread the grey volunteer awakes venturing out into the pit to see) from Estaires, in-between heavy quakes the raucous rabble continues to follow leaders tainted with smears of smiles (their embellished spirits remain hollow) invisible to most, enticing to almost all (but chaos will follow in the great hall) |
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| Author note to editor: Yes, you are right, there was a battle in Estaires in 1918. There are quite a few illustrations regarding this battle on the internet. Here are some: 1.) http://home.nordnet.fr/~bbeve/estaires/histoires/1918.htm 2.) http://www.westfront.de/00154.htm 3.) http://www.westfront.net/estaires1.htm 4.) http://www.greatwar.eril.net/pictures/estaires.jpg Of course, there were also a few batlles in Estaires during World War II. Estaires was also famous in the 16th century. |
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